I'll Watch the Meteor Shower Fall on the Immortal Severing Platform with You

As the Dharma King Creation spun around, he asked in bewilderment, "What are you up to, Three Waves... not even wearing any clothes? Waaaaah..."

"Have I been spinning around for too long? My eyes are getting blurry... There seems to be someone next to Three Waves Sanlang, someone who looks so familiar, ahhh."

"Yes, there is someone. Is it the Eye-Catching Lay Buddhist? Waaah!"

"Idiot, don't call me by the wrong name! Ahhh! It's Master Xingxing!"

Just then, a tall, slender ＠＃％×Fairy in a dancing dress caught up with the fellow Daoists at incredible speed. It was none other than the Eastern Fairy who had danced on Heavenly Mountain. She interjected, "Stop fooling around! I remember the first character of the Layman's Daoist name is related to wine, it's 'brew,' right? So it must be Brewing Liquid Layman! Oh dear, why are those two embracing? And Fellow Three Waves is naked! Oh dear, Fellow Three Waves is even tearing at the Layman's clothes! How filthy! So filthy, so waaaaah!"

While she was being obscene... the Eastern Fairy overtook all her fellow cultivators at an extremely fast speed, taking the lead and landing first towards Venerable White's position. Her flying sword mode was an infinite acceleration mode, so her speed was exceptionally fast.

The Dharma King Creation: "..."

True Lord Dustfall: "..."

"Fellow Daoists," a man dressed as a wandering cultivator approached them in an S-shaped flight, "If you can't remember a layperson's Daoist name, don't be so insistent on giving them a proper name." He carried a laptop, the Heaven Realm of the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' vaguely visible. As he spoke, he glanced at a small note stuck to his laptop and said, "If you can't remember their Daoist name, we can call them by their online name—'When Bright Moon, When Will You Be? ' Fellow Daoist!"

"Brother Northern River, you're here too!" A man with snow-white hair called out as he flew towards the crowd in a 'wave drum' style. In his arms, he held an adorable Xiaoxue. The Xiaoxue was covered in bubbles... It seemed the snow-white-haired man was giving the Xiaoxue a bath? At this moment, the poor Xiaoxue's eyes were filled with circles; it was completely dizzy.

It turned out that the man dressed as a rogue cultivator was none other than Northern River's Loose Cultivator, the Always-Online Saint Seiya in the group.

Meanwhile, some observant fellow cultivators could also see in the chat window of the "Nine Provinces Number One Group" on Northern River's Loose Cultivator's computer that the Copper Trigram Immortal Master had recently sent a message: [This immortal master had a feeling today and cast a divination for many fellow cultivators in the Nine Provinces Number One Group. It turns out that everyone will have good fortune coming their way today. I wish you all happiness!]

Holy crap, this huge black divination stick! Why didn't it get 'flyed' over here?

Northern River's Loose Cultivator waved to the white-haired man. "Brother Snow Wolf, you've flown away too... Hehe, oh dear, time to start spinning again~~"

During the brief exchange, more and more fellow Daoists from the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' joined the meteor Shower Group...

The fellow Daoists, who knew each other, greeted each other with dry laughter.

Soon, the number of meteor Shower reached nearly forty.

"Oh, another fellow Daoist has arrived," the Snow Wolf Cave Master exclaimed.

Then, everyone saw the newcomer looking dejected, holding a rice bowl in his hand, clearly having been thrown while eating.

"Eh? True Lord Yellow Mountain!" Northern River's Loose Cultivator exclaimed upon seeing the newcomer.

The visitor was none other than True Lord Yellow Mountain, the group leader of the "Nine Provinces Number One Group".

True Lord Yellow Mountain is very popular in the group. As soon as he appears, the group members greet him.

"So many fellow Daoists are flying?" True Lord Yellow Mountain calmly glanced at everyone, laboriously shoveled a mouthful of rice, and then asked, "By the way, were you all delivered here by Senior White's Disposable Flying Sword?"

"Yes, yes, ahhhhh," Northern River's Loose Cultivator replied.

"..." True Lord Yellow Mountain: "By the way, did you all change your profile pictures to Senior White's emoji, and then Senior White's emoji in the group chat these past few days?"

"Haha, haha." The fellow cultivators all laughed awkwardly.

So, everyone originally thought that 'the law doesn't punish everyone,' since so many fellow cultivators were Senior White's emojis, it wouldn't be right for Senior White to come and punish each and every one of them, right? But unexpectedly, there was a way to gather everyone together with Disposable Flying Sword.

"It seems that all the fellow cultivators who received the gifts have done this. This is also the main reason why everyone was sent here by the 'Disposable Flying Sword'." At this point, True Lord Yellow Mountain sighed deeply, "But why was I sent here too?"

Although he had been spying on the group these past few days, True Lord Yellow Mountain knew the principle of 'no zuo no die'. Therefore, he restrained himself. He did not download Senior White Sticker Pack from the group space, nor did he Senior White's emoticons in the group, nor did he change his profile picture to Senior White's emoticons.

But why... does he also need to be hit by Disposable Flying Sword?

Is it simply because he's the group admin?

Or perhaps Senior White simply sent a gift on a whim, and since he happened to have an extra one, he just gave it to him casually?

True Lord Yellow Mountain, however, forgot that he had actually sent Senior White's emoticon once. It was when he asked Soft Feather, "Whose hands are those?" that he copied one of Senior White's emoticons.

However... the reason why True Lord Yellow Mountain was hit by the 'Disposable Flying Sword' was not because he posted a picture of Senior White.

He was just incidental.

Venerable White was planning to gather the fellow Daoists in the group and then take the opportunity to hold a 'Hand Tractor Race'. How could True Lord Yellow Mountain be absent from such an event?

Without the True Lord Yellow Mountain, where would you get fifty or sixty hand-operated tractors all at once?

Therefore, the Venerable casually sent a gift to the True Lord Yellow Mountain.

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Seeing that more and more fellow Daoists were gathering ahead, True Lord White Crane sniffed again.

These fellow cultivators who were being 'Go You by Disposable Flying Sword' in various poses at home were all packages he sent out. Just thinking about it makes me a little excited.

It's really a pill!

As the Big Windmill spun, True Lord White Crane trembled as he dialed the Medicine Master's cell phone. "Waaaah... My dear friend, Medicine Master, ahhh... Please prepare a top-tier VIP bed for me..."

The Medicine Master has been busy researching 'Memory-Loss Disorder' lately and rarely goes online. So he luckily escaped this ordeal!

"Huh?" came the Medicine Master's puzzled voice over the phone. "Brother White Crane, what are you doing?"

"I think, ahhhhh... I'll be able to use it soon. That's all, goodbye!" True Lord White Crane resolutely hung up the phone. Then, it spun around and caught up with the other fellow Daoists.

Soon, the fellow cultivators in the Nine Provinces Number One Group discovered True Lord White Crane.

"Hehe, True Lord White Crane," said the Northern River's Loose Cultivator with a forced smile.

"Hehe, True Lord White Crane." The Snow Wolf Cave Master followed, maintaining formation.

"Hehe, True Lord White Crane." True Lord Dustfall.

A series of "hehe" sounds.

Most of the fellow cultivators in the meteor shower looked at True Lord White Crane with eerie smiles and gave him a 'heh heh'.

True Lord White Crane felt immense pressure... It quietly sniffed.

[Should I find a male cultivator to have a romance with, and then transform into White Crane (female)? That way, considering I'm a female cultivator, the fellow cultivators in the Nine Provinces Number One Group will be less harsh when they beat me up?]

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In Immortal Severing Platform

Everyone stared in confusion at the Venerable White with his hands raised, wondering what this suddenly appearing senior cultivator meant by "gift."

Those in the Void Sword Sect camp, in particular, felt somewhat uneasy.

Sect Leader Xu Zheng unconsciously moved closer to the two Spirit Emperors, constantly encouraging himself: It's alright, we've invited two Fifth-Grade Golden Core Spirit Emperors to back us up!

Fifth-Grade Golden Core Spirit Emperor is a powerful figure, often considered an elder or peak master in a major sect.

The Chu Aristocratic Clan on the other side is merely the weakest family in the Cultivation World. Could they possibly have invited a more powerful expert to bolster their reputation?

Thinking this way, he felt a little more at ease.

"They're here!" At this moment, the Venerable White on the flying sword smiled slightly. He had already seen a meteor Shower in the distant sky, rapidly falling towards the location of the Immortal Severing Platform.

Behind Venerable White, Song Shuhang's lips twitched repeatedly.

Just imagining the scene of his predecessors in the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' screaming and turning into meteor Shower falling from the sky, he felt that the image was too beautiful to even contemplate.

At the same time, he glanced at Soft Feather. Soft Feather was very lucky; she had escaped a disaster.

However, he remembered that Venerable White had sent a package to 'Soft Feather of Spirit Butterfly Island'. If Soft Feather didn't receive the gift... then who did? And who will be the one being Spiral Ascension and delivered here in a little while?

Seemingly noticing Song Shuhang's gaze, Soft Feather gave Song Shuhang a cute little smile.

Then, she pointed to the top of her head and mouthed to Song Shuhang, "Senior Song, your bald head looks great! So cute, it suits you perfectly!"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Can we please stop mentioning baldness?

Soft Feather chuckled, then asked Doudou, "Doudou, what exactly is the gift that Senior White mentioned?"

"Hmm." Doudou said in a serious tone, her eyes deep, "It's meteor Shower!"

"Meteor Shower?" Soft Feather's eyes lit up immediately. Could she make a wish?

"He's here?" Everyone around the Immortal Severing Platform looked at Venerable White with renewed suspicion, but nothing seemed to have changed.

As they were pondering this, suddenly, everyone sensed... a terrifying pressure descending from the sky!

The immense pressure was so great that it felt as if the sky was about to collapse!

Those who were weaker felt it was difficult to breathe, as if a thick blanket was covering their noses.

What happened?

The two guards immediately looked up at the sky—such a terrifying pressure! This was the pressure emanating from the gathering of many Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperors, and even Sixth-Grade True Lord!

Only during their once-in-a-century festival Everlasting Sword Sect, could such a heavy sense of oppression be created.

Is a large number of Spirit Emperor and True Lord descending?

Just as I was pondering this, a dazzling meteor Shower shone brightly in the sky, so bright and so dazzling!

Beautiful! That thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

But as the meteor Shower drew closer, people heard meteor Shower cries mixed in with it...